Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Nov 14] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Now sirrah speak and tell me truly Or i'll search every corner of thy soul Why didst thou play the villain, thus to mock me With expectation to find my wife Playing the adulteress with Hippolito? Tell me? Hold sir I beseech you What Devil did instruct thee to disquiet My heart, secure and confident of their honours As conscious of my own, no head but mine To bruise with jealousy, where is he? show me Or take into thy bosom what my vows Had fixed for him and her If these be eyes I saw 'em' If these be eyes, is that your proof, lay such A cause upon the strength of a weak sense That is a thousand ways deceived, your eyes! O Clariana, this impudent slave With such a cunning face, told me thou wert nought, locked in the lustful arms of base Hippolito, my friend, my honest friend. One that commands not his own life so much As I, that would not for a Monarchy Do me the least disgrace, hast found him villain? I'll look under the bed sir. And I believed him too, and had I found But the least point of such a sin, within Thy Chamber, furies should appear more tame than Bellament, hell should not have malice. Enough to add to my revenge, but pardon. My easy credulous nature, I confess A fault, for had I loved thee nobly as Became our holy vows, our vows Clariana To which we called the Angels, I should never Have entertained one thought against thy chastity But this slave shall repent it. Hold, I beseech you sir? by my life I thought I saw 'em. Thought? is that excuse Good sir, I'll never trust my own eyes after this There was deceptio visus. Oh be merciful None but her honour, and my friends to poison? Had this report not first arrived at me How had we all been shamed— dost thou kneel too Nay then I must forgive him, rise my honest My dearest Clariana— but I shall hear You will be prating of it, if one syllable Come to my ear let fall by thee, that touches But thy suspicion, I'll ha' thy tongue And heart. Cut me into a thousand pieces. Madam your pardon How was I cozened Be gone and thank her goodness thou dost live But do not dare to be so desperate To come within my eye reach till I call thee I'll not come near you, I'll bury myself in the Cellar. So so. Now sir you may come forth again Nor do you my most excellent whore, think There is no storm to follow— keep your distance You have had a feast, a merry one, the shot Is now to be discharged, what do you expect? Death, from that hand, I apprehend no mercy Not have I so much innocence to hope You will delay your justice, were I armed With power to resist, I should add more Offences by defending of this life That has so basely injured you.
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Now sirra speake and tell me truly Or ile search every corner of thy soule Why didst thou play the vilaine, thus to mocke me With expectation to find my wife Playing the adulteresse with Hippolito? Tell me? Hold sir I beseech you What Divell did instruct thee to disquiet My heart, secure and confident of their honors As conscious of my owne, no head but mine To bruise with jealosie, where is he? shew me Or take into thy bosome what my vowes Had fixt for him and her If these be eyes I saw em' If these be eyes, is that your proofe, lay such A cause upon the strength of a weake sence That is a thousand wayes deceiv'd, your eyes! O Clariana, this impudent slave With such a cunning face, told me thou wert Naught, lock'd in the lustfull armes of base Hippolito, my friend, my honest friend. One that commands not his owne life so much As I, that wo'd not for a Monarchy Do me the least disgrace, hast found him vilaine? Ile looke under the bed sir. And I beleevd him too, and had I found But the least point of such a sinne, within Thy Chamber, furies should appeare more tame then Bellamente, hell should not have malice. Enough to adde to my revenge, but pardon. My easie credulous nature, I confesse A fault, for had I lov'd thee nobly as Became our holy vowes, our vowes Clariana To which we cald the Angells, I should never Have entertained one thought against thy chastity But this slave shall repent it. Hold, I beseech you sir? by my life I thought I saw em. Thought? is that excuse Good sir, Ile never trust my owne eyes after this There was deceptio visus. Oh be mercifull None but her honor, and my friends to poison? Had this report not first arrived at me How had we all beene shamd—dost thou kneele too Nay then I must forgive him, rise my honest My deerest Clariana—but I shall heare You will be prating of it, if one sillable Come to my eare let fall by thee, that touches But thy suspition, Ile ha thy tongue And heart. Cut me into a thousand peeces. Madam your pardon How was I cosend Be gon and thanke her goodnesse thou dost live But do not dare to be so desperate To come within my eye reach till I call thee Ile not come neere you, Ile bury my selfe in the Cellar. So so▪ Now sir you may come forth agen Nor do you my most excellent whoore, thinke There is no storme to follow—keepe your distance You have had a feast, a merry one, the shot Is now to be discharg'd, what do you expect? Death, from that hand, I apprehend no mercie Not have I so much innocenee to hope You will delay your justice,, were I arm'd With power to resist, I should adde more Offences by defending of this life That has so basely iniured you.